“You want to watch me, Jim?” she had asked, out of the blue, as we finished breakfast.
“Watch you do what?”
She blushed slightly, a rarity in talking about this part of our lives, and gave a short laugh. “Ummmmm…YOU know…WATCH me…?”
Oh…..“I….jeez, I haven’t thought much about it. I mean, I think I’d like to, but…”
“The thing is…I really LIKE how we’ve been doing things…how it’s been going. But I also still get that feeling inside while I watch you in the bars before you leave with a guy. I compare them to me, and in my mind they always come out ahead. Better looking, better bodies, funnier, more engaging.
All of it gets pushed aside by the excitement I feel, and then when you come home later and are the way you are with me, it makes everything fine again. But …I don’t know how it’d be if I was actually watching you with someone, considering how I feel seeing you with them fully-clothed.”
“Jim…” she said, looking in to my eyes. “I don’t candy-coat anything with you, right?”
I shook my head.
“We agreed we wouldn’t when we started this, right?”
“Yes.” I replied.
“You still OK with that?”
“Of course.” I answered, suddenly unsure.
“OK. So first, I have NEVER been with anyone who is better looking than you. Not once. Not since we started this, not since I met you, not ever that I remember.”
I felt my face flush. She didn’t lie to me, at least that I knew of, but it was hard for me to hear and believe what she was saying.
As if she knew what I was thinking, she continued. “I won’t lie to you Jim. I can’t prove it, but you’ll have to trust me on that. Now, I HAVE been with guys who have better bodies than you. And I’ve been honest with you every time you ask about their, um…equipment.”
“I don’t know how to get you over those feelings, baby.” she continued as we got in the car and headed to work. “But I do know I’d love for you to be there and watch. I mean, I would REALLY love it.”
“We’ll see baby. I’ll work on it. Anything for you!”
I worked on it too. Watching her in bars as they approached her, seeing them sit with her, staring mesmerized when she’d touch their arms, or let their hands slip beneath the hem of her skirt, I tried to stop comparing myself to them and instead focus on her, concentrate only on how much she enjoyed doing it.
It was helping. I told myself that, for me at least, this was all about her pleasure, and focusing on that helped a lot.
We hit the bars and clubs several times over the next few months. Although lots of flirting occurred, very little of anything else happened. Some touching. Even some kissing. But definitely no hook ups. It seemed liked the men got nervous and backed out when it was time to leave with my wife. So as the months went by I stopped thinking about watching her and I kinda thought she had put the idea out of her head. I should have known better!
One Friday at work Rachel called. “I want to go out tonight. I have a place in mind. That ok?” I agreed and said it sounded like fun. Then she said “I have a surprise planned for you!” Before I could ask, she hung up.
I rushed home after work. She was getting ready for our night out. I grabbed a glass if wine and relaxed for a bit. Finally she told me to get ready. I showered and got dressed. That’s when I saw her outfit. Wow!! Little black dress and my favorite heels.
Do you really like the dress?“ It sounded like a serious question and so deserved a smart-ass answer, I thought.
"Well…it’d look better on the floor next to the bed.” I answered.
She stopped and turned, biting her bottom lip to hold back her smile. “Well…you’ll get to see it how you like it later then.”
Turns out it didn’t wind up on the floor next to a bed until much, much later.
We drove to the club, somewhere I’d never been. We walked inside. We were led to a high-top table at the edge of the dance floor, ordered a bottle of vodka, which appeared quickly with a host of set-ups once I’d handed over my card.
And that was where I had been sitting ever since, sipping on vodka tonics while watching my wife dance (mostly), looking forward to her brief trips over to have a drink and catch her breath.
She had been dancing with the same guy off and on throughout the night. I enjoyed watching her. Watching her grind against him. Watching him run his hands over body. They obviously enjoyed each other. I wondered if she would leave with him.
During the evening, one woman kept coming over to our table. She tried to flirt, but I wasnt interested. While Rachel was talking to me, we saw her watching us. She probably felt us both looking at her. She didn’t look away, just kept dancing, watching us watch her. She was something else.
“Damn Jim…we might could get you laid…” Rachel said, her southern drawl peaking through in her own drunken state. She turned back to me with a smile. I was surprised, she didn’t typically like girls hitting on me. Like I said, she was having a great time.
I leaned toward her and said “I thought I was already getting laid tonight.”
She nodded. “That’s right…you are!” She slid off her stool, stepped close and put her lips on my ear, and whisper-shouted “You’re just gonna have to wait your turn…” She slugged back her drink and drifted back to the floor, finding her partner and settling back in with him.
The night moved on. I watched her intently, fixing Rachel’s drinks when she’d come by for a break, the steady throbbing always in my pants. There were no more dance-floor orgasms, but not for the guy’s lack of trying. He was all over her, and she let him pretty much touch as he pleased, several times looking my way while his hands glided over her body. She’d rebuff him when he tried to get them inside her dress though, enjoying the tease on him as much as the tease she was putting on me.
He was a few inches taller than her even in her heels. His shirt was taught against his muscular build. He was also, much as I hated to admit it, pretty nice looking and pretty well built. Jealousy tugged at me, and I fought it by focusing on her, seeing how much fun she was having.
She came over to the table again, breathless, skin shining with sweat. I handed her drink over. She kissed me.
“You gonna be OK to drive baby?” she asked.
“I’m good.” I said. We were about halfway through the bottle, but I’d been sipping. She’d actually had most of it.
“K…we’re gonna get out of here soon.” she said, pulling on her drink again. I freshened it up with vodka and she smiled. “I’m already drunk babe. And, I don’t need to be drunk for later anyway.” she teased.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I got us a hotel room a little ways away at that Marriott. Just another surprise for you. I checked in earlier…keys are in my bag.”
I opened the tiny black clutch she’d brought along, found two plastic card keys in a small envelope. I shook my head, smiling.
“Is he coming with us?” I asked.
She nodded, watching me.
“Am I coming with you?” I asked.
She leaned in again. “A little bit ago, when he was trying to get up in my dress, I asked if he was gonna be OK fucking me while my husband watched.” She laughed. “After his jaw hit the floor, he looked over at you and then shrugged his shoulders. So I guess. We’ll see.”
The music changed, and she said “Ohhh…LOVE this song…last dance!” She finished her drink in a gulp again and went to find him. I watched, noticed a tremor in my hand as I sipped my drink, felt my heart in my chest. Anticipation.
As the song wound down and bled in to another, I saw them split, then watched curiously as Rachel headed my way. We paid and started heading towards the car.
The guy walked up next to us, a little tentatively. She grabbed his arm, letting go of mine. Hmmm.
We walked outside. The air was cool, felt great after the heat of the crowded club. Rachel’s nipples stiffened and pressed against the thin black fabric of her dress.
“This is Chris baby…” she said. “Chris, that’s Jim.”
We nodded awkwardly at each other.
“Go on and get the car baby.” she said.
I was a little shocked, but I stepped off the curb toward the lot as she stayed behind with him. I could see them on the curb through the windshield as I started the car. Rachel shivered, chilly as her sweat dried in the cool night air. She pressed against Chris, and he wrapped a big arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to warm her. It was a bit far, but I thought that she was staring directly at me as she nestled against his body.
Pulling to the curb, I didn’t know quite what to do. I went with my default, popped the locks and stepped out, walking around to open the door for Rachel. As I stepped in front of the car, however, she opened the back door, ducked inside, and pulled Chris in behind her. This time it wasn’t my imagination, her eyes were locked on mine through the windshield glass as she pulled him close to her.
I got awkwardly back in the car. I knew where the hotel was, so I drove off wordlessly. I glanced in the rear view mirror, saw Rachel eying me. After catching my eye, she leaned to Chris and began kissing him. It was an open-mouthed kiss, I could see her pushing her tongue in to his mouth. I stifled a moan in my throat, tried to watch the road, eyes constantly stealing back to the mirror. After a bit, she pulled away. I heard the faint sound of a zipper as she stared at me in the mirror again, then thought I noticed a small smile at the corner of her mouth before her head disappeared from view.
She began sucking his cock, the sounds were obvious. She did it noisily, I suppose for my benefit. He was leaned back, eyes shut. He muttered “Damn girl…”
I heard her slurping wetly, could hear the sound of her hand working her spit on him as it ran up over his head, then down the length of his shaft. He began to moan steadily and I wondered if she’d bring him off right in the car. Instead she stopped him abruptly as she’d done so many times to me.
I glanced back, her face was in the mirror again, watching me. There was some motion, and I guessed she continued to stroke his shaft lightly. I stopped at a stoplight, then felt her lips behind my ear.
“Kiss me, Jim.”
I turned as much as I could. She leaned over, pushed her tongue in to my mouth, kissed me until someone beeped at us from behind.
I was in a daze, drove hurriedly toward the hotel as sex sounds continued to come from the back seat. She’d dropped from sight in the rear view. He was leaning toward her side, and he was rocking a bit. From the sounds, he was finger-fucking her. She propped one high heel on the seat back, confirming my suspicions. She was drenched from the sound of it, his fingers sloshed in her juices. She cried out as she came.
I pulled in to the hotel, bouncing the right rear tire over the curb and drawing a surprised laugh from the back seat.
I headed for the parking lot but Rachel sat up, put a hand on my shoulder and said “Drop us in the front baby.”
I pulled around to the front, fighting with the mix of emotions I was feeling. I didn’t much like playing chauffeur, yet my cock strained against my jeans.
Chris stepped out. Rachel leaned over the seat. “Hey…” she said.
My eyes found hers in the mirror.
“Come straight up…k?”
I nodded. Part of me felt like driving home, not sure I wanted to see anymore.
She squeezed my shoulder. “You’re gonna love this Jim…trust me. Come straight up.” She kissed my neck and then climbed out.
I parked, shut the car off. I was shaking slightly. Stepping out of the car, I realized I didn’t know what room she was in, didn’t have a card key. Did she forget? Or was this some sort of controlling trick? My eye caught a flash of white in the back seat. The small white envelope from her purse with the room number, one plastic card sticking out the end. I opened the door, leaned in, and smelled her scent there. She’d put it next to a small wet spot left as he’d finger fucked her. Nice touch.
It felt as if I was walking through molasses as I headed for the room. It seemed everyone was looking at me as I walked through the lobby to the elevators. A couple stepped off, laughing, as I stepped on the elevator, and it seemed they knew what was going on and were laughing at me. I stepped slowly down the corridor, paused at the door, listened, but no sound emerged. I put the key in the slot, hesitated, knocked.
After a few seconds, I heard Ginger say “C'mon in babe.” And I opened the door.
Typical room set up. There were 2 Queen beds. They stood at the foot of the far bed, kissing hungrily. His large hands were all over her. She pulled away from the kiss, turned her head to look at me as he continued kissing her face and neck. She let her head slide back, exposing her neck to him, eyes on me the entire time.
“Have a seat babe.” she directed.
Beyond them was a chair and ottoman plus a desk with another chair, but it was a tight squeeze past them. I sat on the other bed.
“Huh-uh…over there.” as she tipped her head toward the chair.
I moved past them, and she let a hand brush my side affectionately as I did, then resumed kissing him.
He untied the strap behind her neck and pushed the dress down, exposing her breasts. She looked at me again as his mouth engulfed one of her swollen nipples. I was rubbing my cock absently through my jeans.
Pulling his head up, she slid down and sat on the bed, began working his pants open again. She glanced over at me, grabbed at the hotel comforter with her free hand. I stood, pulled back the comforter to expose the crisp white sheets. We’d each seen enough porn on top of hotel comforters, and not knowing how often they were washed, we both preferred to leave them on the floor. She lifted her ass slightly as I pulled it off the far side of the bed for her.
I sat back down. He pulled his shirt off. Definitely a better body than me, no question there.
She released his cock, taking it easily in to her mouth. He stepped awkwardly out of his pants, shorts, and shoes, resting a hand on her shoulder. She began to suck on him in more earnest, but it became clear he had other intentions.
He pushed her back on the bed. She bounced on to her back, a surprised giggle escaping. He pushed her dress gruffly up so that the whole thing was bunched around her waist. He tugged at her panties, throwing them toward me after working them over her shoes. I noticed the wet spot on them as they landed in a heap near my foot. He knee-walked between her legs. At my viewing angle, with the back light of a bedside lamp, I got my first unencumbered look at his cock.
Not enormous, but certainly bigger than mine in both length and girth. What really caught my attention was the slight upward curve at the tip. Surely she knew what that curve meant for her. She moaned in anticipation.
He settled himself between her legs and pushed his hips forward. This was another moment I’d imagined hundreds of times…seeing another man’s cock penetrate my wife for the first time. This was going pretty much how I’d always imagined.
He paused. Rachel, staring between her legs, beckoned for me with her hand. I stood, stepped to the bed. She took my hand, looked at me, then back at him as he pushed it all the way inside her. My moan was drowned completely by her lustful cry. He began pumping in and out of her. She was soaked, and his shaft shined with her juices. After his third thrust, the curved tip came fully in to play. She gripped my hand tighter, and I felt her nails dig in to my flesh.
She looked up at me as he sank in for another thrust. “Baby…..” she whispered. Then her eyes rolled shut.
Chris increased the pace. His balls slapped her bare ass. I saw something splash on to his groin, leaned closer. As he drew back, another small burst of Rachel’s juices splashed against his skin. He thrust forward again. As he found bottom, her hips thrust upward, following his upstroke. Her hand flew from mine and gripped the bed, her other hand pushed against his stomach. His cock slid from her and she screamed as her juices erupted, squirting out of her, first splashing on to him, then the bed.
The now-familiar mix of emotions washed over me. I’d never made Rachel squirt while fucking her. As far as I knew, no one had. This guy had made it happen in under 45 seconds.
Her eyes fluttered open and found mine, then closed involuntarily as he re-entered her. She was still convulsing slightly, still wrapped in her orgasm. He didn’t seem to care, picking up where he’d left off, fucking her straight through it. I took her hand again, felt the pleasant bite of her nails as his thrusts intensified. I stood there watching and listening as my wife enjoyed what appeared to be the fucking of her life.
After pounding her relentlessly from his knees for a good minute or so, he settled on to her, and I watched. With each upstroke, I could see his thick cock splitting her soft pink lips in two.
The slower pace and his changed angle of entry allowed her to catch her breath a bit. She watched me watching them for a bit, squeezing my hand, whispering filthiness to him for my benefit.
“Mmm…fuck me….yes…fuck my wet pussy….oh god…GOD I love your big cock in me…”
She pulled him down to her with her free hand, and they made out while he pushed in and out of her. After a bit, she pushed him back. He raised up on straightened arms, continued to fuck her. She squeezed my hand, tugged on it, drawing me to her. I sat on the bed, leaned in, and kissed her deeply.
I will say now that the hottest, most incredible turn-on I have experienced, ever, is kissing my wife while another man fucks her. I have always loved kissing while having sex, but this takes it to an entirely new level. She moaned breathlessly as we kissed, none of it under my control, all at the whim of his thrusts. She’d push her tongue in to my mouth, our lips locked, and then gasp as his dick found a special spot inside her. Amazing.
Whether he was incensed at the attention she paid me, or his heart rate had recovered enough for another sprint, he began thrusting harder after we’d kissed a while. I pulled back, still sitting there, pushed a few sweat-dampened wisps of hair from her face. He pulled her legs over his shoulders, held her ankles. After a few thrusts, she looked at me, then at him….
“Fuck…fuck….coming again…gonna cum again…” she panted. And then she did, a hard convulsion, hips thrusting up toward him, coupled with a throaty half-scream whose pitch varied as her body shook. I hadn’t heard it from her before.
He pushed her legs toward me, putting her on her side, continued a few strokes that way as she came down again. When she stopped shaking, he paused, maneuvered her on to her stomach, pressed between her legs, and pushed in to her from behind.
“Oh god…oh god…oh god…” she murmured as he navigated through it, anticipating what was next.
I took her hand again as he began fucking her from behind. She buried her face in the pillow. I watched her free hand scrabble for purchase, clawing haplessly at the tight fitted sheet, finally finding a free pillow and bunching it in her hand.
He grabbed her shoulders with his hands, so hot, pulling her face from the pillows, forcing her back as he thrust forward. She cried out with each thrust. I tried holding on to her hand, but she was beyond that, shaking free from me, waving me away so she could find the edge of the bed to grip.
Unsure what to do, I retreated to the chair and watched them fuck. She seemed to have completely forgotten about me now. He went at her for a good while. It seemed longer than it was, sitting there watching makes it like that. All told, he fucked her for about 30 minutes. I was impressed with his stamina. Rachel did some things that would have made me cum instantly as they went at it, but he’d just slow his pace, get control of himself, then start pounding her again.
One of her shoes came off her foot along the way, shaken loose by his thrusts, and swung wildly from the straps. I watched her flail at it with one hand, Chris refusing to break his pace. I stood, unstrapped it and let it fall to the floor, then walked around and untied the other one. She didn’t even acknowledge that I’d done it, she was lost in the moment. I found that to be really hot for some reason that I can’t explain.
A little later, her ass in the air, face in the pillows,him propped straight-armed over her again, cock pistoning in and out of her, I’d thought she was screaming in pain, thought maybe he was hurting her. I stood, began approaching the bed, but she’d turned her face from the pillows then, and I heard the words accompanying the screams.
“fuck yes…” over and over again in a string..more like “fuckyesfuckyesfuckyesfuckyes…”
I sat back down.
His climax was somewhat anti-climactic, at least for me. Rachel had been reduced to a quivering mass beneath him. His strokes slowed, increased in length so that his entire cock would appear, then sink back in to her. At the bottom of one of these strokes he groaned loudly, stayed inside her, and pumped in his thick seed.
From where I sat I had a good angle as he withdrew, watched his slick shaft slide out of her. The head brushed against the inside of her thigh, leaving a smeared drop of thick cream on her. He’d pumped his load deep however, so that while Rachel’s slit glistened, none of his cum was yet evident.
He collapsed next to her. She turned her head toward the side I was sitting on, breathing deeply. Her eyes opened sleepily. She smiled at me, lifted a hand, beckoned for me. I sat next to her on the bed, wondering if she’d ask me to lick her while he was still here, not sure what was in store.
“Get me a bottle of water, baby?” she asked.
Not what I was expecting. I mean, sure, I could understand that she’d worked up a thirst, but really? I squashed my disappointment, nodded and adjusted my hard-on as I headed out of the room.
There was a vending machine on the floor, but I had no singles on me. In the hotel lobby, there were no water bottles in the little bodega next to the desk and the clerk claimed to have no singles to spare. Great. My only solace as I headed outside was that Chris would probably be gone by the time I got back.
I walked to a convenience store a couple of blocks down, grabbed a 6-pack of waters from the cooler, figuring I’d try to make her thirsty again while working up my own thirst, and headed back. My excitement built as I walked down the corridor to the room. I didn’t bother to knock this time, assuming he’d be gone.
I walked in to find him sprawled back on the pillows, hands behind his head. Rachel was next to him, legs alongside his, bent at her waist so her torso and one arm lay across his stomach. His cock was in her mouth. She pulled slowly on it, left hand following her lips up the shaft lazily. It looked to be about 2/3 hard again. Her eyes were open, watching me. She continued on it a few more strokes, then seemed to reluctantly let it slide from her mouth.
She nodded toward the water in my hand. I put it on the dresser, pulled a bottle free, cracked the top off it, placed it in the hand that had just been wrapped around his cock.
“Thank you, baby.” she said, then handed the water up to him. She held out her hand for another. This was starting to get to me.
I cracked open another and handed it to her, simultaneously glad and pissed off that I’d bought the 6-pack.
“That took you a while.” she commented.
I didn’t answer, and suppose my lousy poker face betrayed me again.
She watched me, took a long pull on the water, let out a little “ahhhh…”, then another long pull, smacking her lips afterward.
Despite my anger, disappointment, frustration, whatever it was, I felt my cock swelling. His cock, now semi-flacid, was only inches from her face.
She saw me looking at his cock, a devilish glint stole through her eyes, and she suddenly wrapped her lips around the head. He jumped, cried out, her lips cold from the water she’d just drank. She laughed, patted his thigh.
“Be right back, Chris…don’t move…” she said to him, then stood.
Her dress, still hanging loosely around her waist, fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it.
“C'mere.” she said to me as she walked past and stepped in to the bathroom. I joined her.
“You’re mad. What’s up?” she asked.
I looked at the floor. “I’m not mad…” I started.
“This isn’t a time for lies, Jim. You are mad, so tell me what’s going on. Please?”
I couldn’t look at her.
“Didn’t you like it?” she asked.
I took a deep breath. “I did babe…really, I did. I just thought…I thought he’d be gone.”
“Mmmmmm…” she said. “Will you look at me, Jim?”
“I’m not trying to hurt you or make you feel bad, OK? Do you trust me on that?”
“But I want him again. He was….what he just did to me…”
She was at a loss for words. I couldn’t help but smile.
She smiled shyly back, her turn to look down. “What?” she asked.
“I uhhh, I kind of get it.” I said. “I just expected he’d be gone and I’d get you now.”
She looked at me, stepped to me. I kissed her, pushed her back against the wall.
“It’s OK then?” she asked.
“You want a little taste to hold you?”
I moaned, started to sink to my knees, but she stopped me.
“Huh uh…later for that.”
She put her hand on her stomach, used her free hand to press mine over it, then slid it down between her legs. I pressed her middle finger in to her slit. It was slippery, and my cock bounced again in my pants.
Pulling it out, she locked her eyes on mine and held her finger up. It glistened with a viscous off-white cream. She let it glide over her lips, coating them. I leaned in, ran my tongue over them, then pushed it in to her mouth to share it. She shivered.
“I’m gonna get back in there…come on and watch again, k?”
I felt a little awkward stepping back in to the room, but neither of them was paying me any attention. Rachel was already back on the bed, on her knees and bent at the waist, his thickening cock back between her lips. He was watching her, playing with her white-blonde hair as he did. Her ass was in the air toward me and I could see her slit glistening, a hint of white at the top. I leaned back against the wall to watch.
Once she’d worked him fully hard, she straightened up and swung a leg over him, turning herself to face me. She saw me watching, smiled at me.
I nodded a hello. She beckoned me with her head, her best come-hither move. I walked to the bed and she pulled me in to a deep tongue kiss. One hand was wrapped around his cock, and she guided it to her slit as we kissed. Her breath caught mid-kiss as she slid down on to him, and she breathed out a moan in to my mouth as she sank all the way down. She began to ride him, still kissing me. It felt amazing. I let my hand touch her stomach, slide down, and pressed a finger against her clit. She pulled back from me, eying me.
“Oh yesssss..fuck yes Jim…..do that…yessss baby.”
She steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder, watched me as I looked down, trying to catch a glimpse of his cock pushing inside her. The angle was wrong. I couldn’t see much, but it was enough to see how her juices coated his thick cock.
“You like that?” she asked. I nodded. “You do…of course you do…you like watching me fuck…hear that Chris? He likes how you fuck me….”
Chris responded with a grunt, then began to thrust his hips upward as Rachel sank down on him. She responded, a guttural moan as her head lolled back. I picked up the pace on her clit, leaned in to kiss her neck, tasting dried sweat on her skin.
“Mmmmm…you like that…you like kissing on me while I’m getting fucked…” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. I moaned against her skin. She rewarded me with another deep tongue kiss.
I felt her tensing, his thrusts combined with pressure on her clit. We both picked up the pace on her, and she exploded in orgasm on his cock, shuddering and rocking on him.
Chris took advantage to seize control, deftly pulling his legs up between hers, pushing her down on her stomach, then sliding between her legs. His cock again pushed in to her from behind before she could recover. I was left standing too close to the bed, so retreated to the chair to watch again.
This time it didn’t last as long, thankfully, although much of the rest matched their earlier fuck. Chris pounded in to her. Rachel’s fingers scrabbled for purchase on the bed, finally gripping the edge at the foot of it. She screamed in to the mattress. He came in her again, a shuddering deep thrust, keeping himself buried in her until he was drained.
I wondered briefly what was next, anxious to be alone with my freshly-fucked wife. I didn’t have to wonder long. Chris withdrew, stood and began to gather his clothes. He dressed silently as I looked at Rachel breathing raspily, trying to catch her breath as she sprawled on the bed. She hadn’t looked up yet.
Dressed now, Chris touched her bare back, said “I’ll see you Rachel..” then headed for the door.
I stood and stepped to the bed. Her head was turned to one side, flat on the bed. She opened one eye, a small smile spread across her mouth.
“Why don’t you get undressed babe.”
I did, self-conscious as my cock sprang in to the air, the difference in size obvious to me.
“Mmmmm…” she said. Then, “Is this what you want? This how you want me?”
“You know it is.” I replied, stroking her back softly. My fingers trembled.
“It is? Used? Fresh-fucked?”
She said that last bit slowly, intentionally. I could only moan and nod in reply.
Her legs parted slightly. “You want to clean me up, baby?”
“God yes, babe!.”
“Mmmmm…go on then…I’m just gonna lay here and recover for a bit…”
I slid down next to her. She smelled like a slut, and I breathed her in deeply.
“Did he fuck you good, baby?” I ventured as I began kissing her soft shoulders, working my way slowly down her back.
“Ohhhhh, he fucked me SO good. So so good.”
I made my way to the small of her back, and she sighed softly as I kissed and licked at her skin.
“You liked watching him fuck me babe?”
I paused, kissed her softly before answering. “It was hard Rachel. Hard to watch.”
“But you liked it, didn’t you? I saw you watching…”
“I did baby…I liked seeing him make you feel good…fucking you hard… Making you cum and watching him cum in your pussy….knowing i would be tasting him later!
"Mmmm…and he did Jim…he made me feel so good…so fucking good…and he filled my dirty pussy with his cum…twice!”
I’d made my way over her ass, and despite the awkward angle had my tongue ready to light on her slit as she said that last sentence. I pushed it in deeply as she finished saying “good”, pleased to hear her gasp as my tongue snaked in to her.
His cum must have been deep, and her position on her stomach had not let much of it come forward. My tongue felt like I’d submerged it in a pool, she was such a wet, sloppy mess inside. I made short rapid thrusts with it, lapping at it, tasting their combined juices. It was loud, like a dog lapping at water. She began to moan.
“Oh….ohhhhhh fuck yes…clean me up…clean up my dirty pussy…”
She squirmed beneath me, pushing her ass toward my face. I continued to lap at it.
“Fuck fuck fuck…I gotta watch it baby…help me up…”
Reluctantly I got to my knees, turned her on to her side, then pulled her to kneel with me. She looked at me, kissed my wet lips, licked some of it from my chin, then pulled back, shaking her head slowly.
“You dirty fuck…you are such a dirty cuck…..clean me up…” as she pushed down on my shoulders.
I slid flat on my back and she mounted my face. She leaned forward, gripping the headboard for balance. Her thighs quivered beside my head, still shaky from the fucking Chris had given her. I looked up and saw her staring down at me. Her stomach relaxed, she’d been holding herself closed. Two fat drops of the slutty mixture inside her splashed on to my face.
She groaned, shifted her slit over my mouth. I opened it, lifted my head as a small thick stream began to empty in to it. There was a lot. I pressed my mouth to her, but she pulled back, wanting to watch it flow from her in to my mouth. His first load must have broken down and mixed with her own juices, then been topped with his second. It was both watery and thick in my mouth. My cock was throbbing. Rachel talked like a filthy slut above me as she watched. She lowered her slit as the flow ebbed to drips, grinding herself on to my face. She came quickly, I felt another small trickle of her juices and drank them down as she relaxed against the headboard, breathing hard.
She tried lifting one leg over me, but couldn’t find the strength…her leg muscles were really shot. Giving up, she instead slid herself down on top of me, stopping as my cock pressed between her legs. She kissed me, licking my lips, pushing her tongue in to my mouth, moaning softly.
I pushed from one side, rolling so that she was beneath me. She giggled softly, holding on to my back as she looked in to my eyes.
“You gonna fuck me now Jim?”
I could only manage a low growl as I gripped my shaft and guided it to her slit. It slid in easily, barely any friction at all. I wondered if she even felt it, but she sighed, pressed her hands on to my back.
“Mmmmmm…you fill me up so nice Jim…” she sighed.
I fight a terrible battle with myself, even then wanting to believe her but wondering in my mind whether she was just saying it to be nice. I was determined to get her off again, so put the thought out of my mind, however.
I lifted my right leg and pulled her left leg inside of it, then did the same on the other side, so that her legs were together beneath me and I could press them tighter with mine. Her eyes shined at me, I’d done this a few times before and she knew what was next. I shifted myself slightly higher, so that my cock pressed over her clit with each stroke.
“Oh….oh Jim…that’s so good…yes baby…right on my clit…yesssssss…”
I pressed her legs tight, creating friction where there had been none, and picked up my pace. The sounds of her wetness, her sloppiness, were clear as I began to fuck her in earnest.
She looked at me, started to talk, I thought to taunt me playfully as she’d done in the past, but it instead took a new turn that, at the time, excited me.
“Just how you like it, isn’t baby? Mmmm hmmm…I know…I know you love it…used up and sloppy…you do love it, don’t you? Love it when I fuck other guys…don’t you Jim?”
I nodded struggling to control myself.
“Say it baby…tell me you want me to fuck them.”
I looked at her. “I do Rachel. I love when you do it.”
“I feel like such a slut when I do it Jim…I feel so bad…but I love it…oh god…like that baby…I love doing it…”
I just nodded at her, concentrating on not cumming too soon.
“You want me to stop, Jim? Do you want me to stop fucking other guys?” she panted breathlessly, fighting back her own orgasm as I continued to press against her clit.
I shook my head, losing control. “No baby..no..” was all I could manage.
What she said next got a little lost in the moment, but I thought a lot about it over the next couple of weeks.
She was nodding her head…“K….‘cause I don’t think I can baby…can’t stop fucking them…can’t stop…cumming…cumming baby…Jim…fill me up again baby…fill me up….”
I groaned, thrust hard and emptied what felt like a gallon inside her. Hours of watching her dancing, making out, and fucking all pent up inside me, now emptying in to her.